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"zealand" poems

Never what you were, my retina dulled your rays. Optics adrift in poetry, prose, charity shop sweaters. I spoke of dreamed ambition. You nodded, morose. Eyes chasing space. Never what you were. Bookshelves, potted plants, a bicycle bell ringing. Coffee steam clawing New Zealand winds. This and more flickered in our hazed tethering, only snuffed when the tap of illusion ran cold.

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Jul 17, 2018

Jul 17, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC

I Never Read the Poetry You Wrote Me

Never what you were, my retina dulled your rays. Optics adrift in poetry, prose, charity shop sweaters. I spoke of dreamed ambition. You nodded, morose. Eyes chasing space. Never what you were. Bookshelves, potted plants, a bicycle bell ringing. Coffee steam clawing New Zealand winds. This and more flickered in our hazed tethering, only snuffed when the tap of illusion ran cold.

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Just how does one define friendship? Oh, I already know what the Dictionary says. It's far more than merely one word, or two. You could apply many verbs to describe it. Few, on their own will justice due. It is more about one's emotional perception, than a mere sentence of words, though descriptive. For sure it's a feeling, a strong visceral response evoked by respect, even love of a thing above all other's. Friends come in many shapes, sizes and colors. They can be inanimate or living breathing. All inspire in us a near electrical resonance of reassurance, a sense of peace, surely comfort. Maybe it starts with the rhythmic beating of our own mothers heart, the sound and vibration of our first true friendship. A little later her breast and the nourishment it gave, became our first outer world dearest best companion. Mother's milk, served warm, sweet and tenderly, Love's personification. Yes of course Friendship can be an extension of a strong lasting bond with other people, yet even more. Our family's are our closest best friends, if we are lucky. But what of the others? I have been befriended by books, movies, dogs and many other non human living friends, I even have a old film camera I packed completely around the world, that I count among my closest companions. A soft warm favorite wool blanket acquired down in New Zealand, also fits nicely that same description. An old bamboo fly rod that belonged to my Father, Is a friend I would not part with for any amount of dollars. And less I forget (No pun intended) our memories too are right there, with the best and oldest of our dearest, lasting friends, Conjured up at a minutes notice. And perhaps last of all, (you may have more on your list), I can not leave out the most important friendship of all, It's the friendship we have with our selves, to which I'm referring. For if that very personal friendship is not strong and on going, It's truly doubtful that we will have, or sustain for long, any others.

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Sep 13, 2013

Sep 13, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC

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Just how does one define friendship? Oh, I already know what the Dictionary says. It's far more than merely one word, or two. You could apply many verbs to describe it. Few, on their own will justice due. It is more about one's emotional perception, than a mere sentence of words, though descriptive. For sure it's a feeling, a strong visceral response evoked by respect, even love of a thing above all other's. Friends come in many shapes, sizes and colors. They can be inanimate or living breathing. All inspire in us a near electrical resonance of reassurance, a sense of peace, surely comfort. Maybe it starts with the rhythmic beating of our own mothers heart, the sound and vibration of our first true friendship. A little later her breast and the nourishment it gave, became our first outer world dearest best companion. Mother's milk, served warm, sweet and tenderly, Love's personification. Yes of course Friendship can be an extension of a strong lasting bond with other people, yet even more. Our family's are our closest best friends, if we are lucky. But what of the others? I have been befriended by books, movies, dogs and many other non human living friends, I even have a old film camera I packed completely around the world, that I count among my closest companions. A soft warm favorite wool blanket acquired down in New Zealand, also fits nicely that same description. An old bamboo fly rod that belonged to my Father, Is a friend I would not part with for any amount of dollars. And less I forget (No pun intended) our memories too are right there, with the best and oldest of our dearest, lasting friends, Conjured up at a minutes notice. And perhaps last of all, (you may have more on your list), I can not leave out the most important friendship of all, It's the friendship we have with our selves, to which I'm referring. For if that very personal friendship is not strong and on going, It's truly doubtful that we will have, or sustain for long, any others.

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Dec 21, 2019

Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC

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Calamitous collapse of structure forged With steel and concrete built for time, Since Roman times a formula endured With engineers additional design. Why, then, did this structure fail, Did mortar crack, did reinforcing strong, Shear and plummet in an instants time To crush and doom this bridges song. In teeming rain a silence hung Where watchers gaped in stunned awe, A magnitude of devastation lay Pulverized in valley floor. Astonishing this expanse of space Where seconds past, huge edifice, Imbued with its’ charge of lives Unknowingly to meet abyss. Innocence has lost its’ life Blame resounds around the room Someone shall pay the price For negligence in causing doom. Truth be told it’s shared by all For Italy has lagged behind Cost cutting infrastructures’ purse Because of economic bind. Time to reassess the plan Time to weep and bury dead, Clear the rubble from the land Rebuild well then forge ahead. Blame not the engineer Nor the man who drew design, Blame not the hardhat Who poured the concrete in the line. Reassign the budget spend To infrastructure, pay its share For sentiment is running hot To axe the fool who pares the fare. M. Storeman Civil Infrastructure Hamilton, NEW ZEALAND

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Aug 15, 2018

Aug 15, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC

The Genoa Calamity

Calamitous collapse of structure forged With steel and concrete built for time, Since Roman times a formula endured With engineers additional design. Why, then, did this structure fail, Did mortar crack, did reinforcing strong, Shear and plummet in an instants time To crush and doom this bridges song. In teeming rain a silence hung Where watchers gaped in stunned awe, A magnitude of devastation lay Pulverized in valley floor. Astonishing this expanse of space Where seconds past, huge edifice, Imbued with its’ charge of lives Unknowingly to meet abyss. Innocence has lost its’ life Blame resounds around the room Someone shall pay the price For negligence in causing doom. Truth be told it’s shared by all For Italy has lagged behind Cost cutting infrastructures’ purse Because of economic bind. Time to reassess the plan Time to weep and bury dead, Clear the rubble from the land Rebuild well then forge ahead. Blame not the engineer Nor the man who drew design, Blame not the hardhat Who poured the concrete in the line. Reassign the budget spend To infrastructure, pay its share For sentiment is running hot To axe the fool who pares the fare. M. Storeman Civil Infrastructure Hamilton, NEW ZEALAND

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How tenuous this grip we have, how slight our hold remains When all around loud braggards boast that power now pertains, We see the banner headlines splashed across our daily rags And redneck demonstrations cleans the streets of Spics and **** When blood runs in the gutter as the battons rise and fall And whilst taking tea in style the filthy rich ignore it all. The blonde leader of our nation struts, postulates and brags While the rest of us skive off around the corner smoking **** Our kids ingest confusion as they loiter on the street Unknowing our delusions make illusions held, replete. How tenuous the grip we have, how slight our hold remains As our allies shower cold distrust convinced our fault inflames. What chance of clear redemption, what remedies revive When truth is lost to darkness can our honesty survive? Reputation cut to shards, confidences ****** That leaders of community no longer hold our trust When white is caste as black and then to green and then to grey And sanity refuses pontification one more day. How tenuous the grip we have, how slight our holds remain As twilight turns to darkness caste against a larks’ refrain. M. The White House HAMILTON, New Zealand 25 July 2018

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Jul 25, 2018

Jul 25, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC

How Tenuous the Grip We Have?

How tenuous this grip we have, how slight our hold remains When all around loud braggards boast that power now pertains, We see the banner headlines splashed across our daily rags And redneck demonstrations cleans the streets of Spics and **** When blood runs in the gutter as the battons rise and fall And whilst taking tea in style the filthy rich ignore it all. The blonde leader of our nation struts, postulates and brags While the rest of us skive off around the corner smoking **** Our kids ingest confusion as they loiter on the street Unknowing our delusions make illusions held, replete. How tenuous the grip we have, how slight our hold remains As our allies shower cold distrust convinced our fault inflames. What chance of clear redemption, what remedies revive When truth is lost to darkness can our honesty survive? Reputation cut to shards, confidences ****** That leaders of community no longer hold our trust When white is caste as black and then to green and then to grey And sanity refuses pontification one more day. How tenuous the grip we have, how slight our holds remain As twilight turns to darkness caste against a larks’ refrain. M. The White House HAMILTON, New Zealand 25 July 2018

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Bell Ring Wedding Caribbean Beach Sun Sand Cornwall Surfing New Zealand Koala Bears Jungle Greenery Thailand countryside Motorbiking Wind Air Freedom Youth Fun

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May 15, 2014

May 15, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC

The Word Association Game

Bell Ring Wedding Caribbean Beach Sun Sand Cornwall Surfing New Zealand Koala Bears Jungle Greenery Thailand countryside Motorbiking Wind Air Freedom Youth Fun

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New Zealand culture, a fragility, tainted by violence. Colonisation. Writers have examined, the loss of Maori land. Less common however, is writing concerned with the benefits, accruing to white people as a result of the acquisition of this land. Colonisation has provided, Economic and social advantages, to white people, in contemporary New Zealand. A hierarchy, white Western culture, sitting uncontested, at its pinnacle. The cultural capital that whiteness provides. Unearned advantages at our disposal. Live our lives with greater ease: Homeownership. Health. Education. The ‘Justice’ System. Institutional privilege. A political separation. The white New Zealand system, designed for whites. To get through school, have good health, get jobs, get a little justice. If the system was designed, for Maori people it would not be the way it is now. Overrepresentation of Maori, in every negative New Zealand social statistic. The persistence of white power. Society provides greater opportunities, to white people, by disadvantaging those who are not. Unacknowledged, debilitating, racism. Being oblivious, sustains a belief, in white superiority. While factors: socioeconomic status, gender, sexuality, disability, may impact the degree to which, individual white people, can access privilege. On some level, every white person, in New Zealand benefits from their skin.

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Jul 27, 2016

Jul 27, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC

New Zealand culture, a fragility, tainted by violence. Colonisation. Writers have examined, the loss of Maori land. Less common however, is writing concerned with the benefits, accruing to white people as a result of the acquisition of this land. Colonisation has provided, Economic and social advantages, to white people, in contemporary New Zealand. A hierarchy, white Western culture, sitting uncontested, at its pinnacle. The cultural capital that whiteness provides. Unearned advantages at our disposal. Live our lives with greater ease: Homeownership. Health. Education. The ‘Justice’ System. Institutional privilege. A political separation. The white New Zealand system, designed for whites. To get through school, have good health, get jobs, get a little justice. If the system was designed, for Maori people it would not be the way it is now. Overrepresentation of Maori, in every negative New Zealand social statistic. The persistence of white power. Society provides greater opportunities, to white people, by disadvantaging those who are not. Unacknowledged, debilitating, racism. Being oblivious, sustains a belief, in white superiority. While factors: socioeconomic status, gender, sexuality, disability, may impact the degree to which, individual white people, can access privilege. On some level, every white person, in New Zealand benefits from their skin.

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Camping in the Blue Ridge Mountains was the greatest day of my life It was my birthday I brought a suitcase and my favorite dame and hiked 2 miles UP^^^^^^^^ laughing all the way UP ^^^^^in the Ozarks Medics were shooting steroids in my **** BUT, never been more in love with a man who injects grief in my veins Dwelling in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains sensed his vibe Yes, Jesus I feel you here held en el Rio Grande con mis mejor amigos drooling in the hot springs Taos has called our names ********* the rocky sand that is below me I find a coin from New Zealand, in turn, losing my evil eye earring an offering to spirit's stream a pair of desert lizards we desire to get frisky and be alone we shine silver glitter under a moonlit glow witches cackle and curanderos hide behind coyote cries and cacti looking to each other with faces expressing, "What should do we do?" I guess allow them to do their thing humans need ceremonies too

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Feb 11, 2019

Feb 11, 2019 at 1:36 AM UTC

Mountain Memories

Camping in the Blue Ridge Mountains was the greatest day of my life It was my birthday I brought a suitcase and my favorite dame and hiked 2 miles UP^^^^^^^^ laughing all the way UP ^^^^^in the Ozarks Medics were shooting steroids in my **** BUT, never been more in love with a man who injects grief in my veins Dwelling in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains sensed his vibe Yes, Jesus I feel you here held en el Rio Grande con mis mejor amigos drooling in the hot springs Taos has called our names ********* the rocky sand that is below me I find a coin from New Zealand, in turn, losing my evil eye earring an offering to spirit's stream a pair of desert lizards we desire to get frisky and be alone we shine silver glitter under a moonlit glow witches cackle and curanderos hide behind coyote cries and cacti looking to each other with faces expressing, "What should do we do?" I guess allow them to do their thing humans need ceremonies too

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A sea of gratitude splashes onto the inner walls of this humbled heart within me. Seasons, poets, places, people, singing, devotion, faith, trust... Years have rained down like petals from a flowering tree. Abundance blesses me in true simplicity. As my soul enters the womb of renewal, unexpected blessings wing across the world to say hello from where our sun already shines. Manila, New Zealand, Delhi, Chennai, where you are it is already morning, and the warm sunlight of your day shines in your greetings and wishes. May the bliss that you bring me, dear world family, splash all over your own dear hearts, and may peace and harmony be ours on this beautiful blue planet!

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Feb 5, 2016

Feb 5, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC

Another Solar Return

A sea of gratitude splashes onto the inner walls of this humbled heart within me. Seasons, poets, places, people, singing, devotion, faith, trust... Years have rained down like petals from a flowering tree. Abundance blesses me in true simplicity. As my soul enters the womb of renewal, unexpected blessings wing across the world to say hello from where our sun already shines. Manila, New Zealand, Delhi, Chennai, where you are it is already morning, and the warm sunlight of your day shines in your greetings and wishes. May the bliss that you bring me, dear world family, splash all over your own dear hearts, and may peace and harmony be ours on this beautiful blue planet!

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I grew up in South Auckland, Takanini the only Pakeha in the caravan park, I learnt how to be tall, smart and skinny how to raise the end of my sentences in an arc. At school, we were told words held power; but for teachers words were flowers, and my friend Cruz had two brothers Harley and Davidson - they belonged to Black Power, their fists tattooed with something like “Smother”. But there was never violence on our street, gang was family; I usually never felt more at home around Bourbon, loud Reggae, bags of **** and men so manly they’d cry over love, and I wouldn’t get a word in. Though my Father votes National and thinks Michael Laws is right so moves us to Dunedin where it’s ninety percent white. I stopped reading Lenin and picked up Rousseau became a vegetarian, thought it was so cool you know, even wrote a blog that discussed rise from below. But I’ll never know below again until I’m drunk in an old shed at 3am on a school night singing along to Bob Marley in Maori, sunk deep into the mattress propped against the Harley, the one you and I would cruise on until dawn together as police took to the streets in riot gear - we’d get lost in the country and learn to smother our thoughts in starlight then stagger over, listen in to the darkness, and just slowly breathe the crisp, cool air of the kiwi tundra. They say New Zealand has two flags, but in the country, when you’re blazed on the benefit, ****** on the disdain for positive discrimination, you can pick out all the small bright koru unfurling in the stars.

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Oct 25, 2013

Oct 25, 2013 at 4:52 AM UTC

A privileged upbringing

I grew up in South Auckland, Takanini the only Pakeha in the caravan park, I learnt how to be tall, smart and skinny how to raise the end of my sentences in an arc. At school, we were told words held power; but for teachers words were flowers, and my friend Cruz had two brothers Harley and Davidson - they belonged to Black Power, their fists tattooed with something like “Smother”. But there was never violence on our street, gang was family; I usually never felt more at home around Bourbon, loud Reggae, bags of **** and men so manly they’d cry over love, and I wouldn’t get a word in. Though my Father votes National and thinks Michael Laws is right so moves us to Dunedin where it’s ninety percent white. I stopped reading Lenin and picked up Rousseau became a vegetarian, thought it was so cool you know, even wrote a blog that discussed rise from below. But I’ll never know below again until I’m drunk in an old shed at 3am on a school night singing along to Bob Marley in Maori, sunk deep into the mattress propped against the Harley, the one you and I would cruise on until dawn together as police took to the streets in riot gear - we’d get lost in the country and learn to smother our thoughts in starlight then stagger over, listen in to the darkness, and just slowly breathe the crisp, cool air of the kiwi tundra. They say New Zealand has two flags, but in the country, when you’re blazed on the benefit, ****** on the disdain for positive discrimination, you can pick out all the small bright koru unfurling in the stars.

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Jesus Christ, Lord Almighty Expel my demons and watch them die with me Satan Lord, Leviathan Give my demons an interesting origin Plague me with poets smoking joints rolled with rejected poems Fill my thoughts with cockney accented thespians Let them hold Academy award nominations from films long forgotten Enthuse my self-destruction Bring me goth kids brought up in wholesome homes Bring me Art school students choosing to abandon their degrees Bring me women aroused by smashed clocks Bring me men aroused by awkward teenagers Bring me Christians questioning their faith Lord Almighty, God, Yahweh, Jehovah Tell me the story of your disagreements with Vishnu Let me see Moloch's disgruntlement and subsequent drunk and disorderly Show me when Hera was seducing your nephew Bring me into the world of the soap opera battles Write to me Paris Write to me Paris I want to read your poetry I want to read your mind Sing to me Helen Embrace me and we shall escape from torments Heavenly and humane We shall watch hipsters walk past us Smoking Spirits and drinking poison berry teas Let Adam grow disgruntled Let children laugh If, Lord Jesus, you grant me my wish Send me a djinn with evil in his heart Who's bound to be annoyed by my desires Send me an ent to lift me above my world Send me an elf to love me for all my time Send me a mountain to travel over home Transport me to Germany Transport me to Spain Transport me to New Zealand Give me a free pass, one-way ticket to Darwin's islands Write my story so that I collect new, unprecedented species And devour the flesh of my find Hide me in Antarctica with a monstrous creation of my own mind Let me eat Let me gorge Then starve me Show me Caligula Show me Marilyn Monroe Then leave me with Ed Wood And force me to watch his films so that I may inherit my grandfather's fortune in comic books Which, of course, will bring her to love me again Oh Lord Jesus Lord of Hosts Possess me so that I may live again

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Feb 24, 2012

Feb 24, 2012 at 4:56 PM UTC

I'm not neurotic or depressed, but I find myself full of Drive with nowhere to go with it

Jesus Christ, Lord Almighty Expel my demons and watch them die with me Satan Lord, Leviathan Give my demons an interesting origin Plague me with poets smoking joints rolled with rejected poems Fill my thoughts with cockney accented thespians Let them hold Academy award nominations from films long forgotten Enthuse my self-destruction Bring me goth kids brought up in wholesome homes Bring me Art school students choosing to abandon their degrees Bring me women aroused by smashed clocks Bring me men aroused by awkward teenagers Bring me Christians questioning their faith Lord Almighty, God, Yahweh, Jehovah Tell me the story of your disagreements with Vishnu Let me see Moloch's disgruntlement and subsequent drunk and disorderly Show me when Hera was seducing your nephew Bring me into the world of the soap opera battles Write to me Paris Write to me Paris I want to read your poetry I want to read your mind Sing to me Helen Embrace me and we shall escape from torments Heavenly and humane We shall watch hipsters walk past us Smoking Spirits and drinking poison berry teas Let Adam grow disgruntled Let children laugh If, Lord Jesus, you grant me my wish Send me a djinn with evil in his heart Who's bound to be annoyed by my desires Send me an ent to lift me above my world Send me an elf to love me for all my time Send me a mountain to travel over home Transport me to Germany Transport me to Spain Transport me to New Zealand Give me a free pass, one-way ticket to Darwin's islands Write my story so that I collect new, unprecedented species And devour the flesh of my find Hide me in Antarctica with a monstrous creation of my own mind Let me eat Let me gorge Then starve me Show me Caligula Show me Marilyn Monroe Then leave me with Ed Wood And force me to watch his films so that I may inherit my grandfather's fortune in comic books Which, of course, will bring her to love me again Oh Lord Jesus Lord of Hosts Possess me so that I may live again

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A baby sea turtle in my hands: the outer islanders call him Wol, he will be a nomad, if anyone will. What will the world look like to him? Will he dream of killer whales, those Swiss Cake Rolls of the sea? Of winning the three hearts of an octopus? See what the turtle sees, and rejoice. The sea turtle, like the human, cries saltwater and the tears cover two-thirds of the earth. He risks pirate ship, cigarette boat, Chinese net. He mistakes bait for food. (Who doesn’t?) But he can swim away from; swim towards: India, Mombasa, New Zealand, Ulithi. The world's a turtle’s home, why is anyone a nomad if not for this? See what the turtle sees and rejoice, carrying only the markings on your shell. A jungle. A shack. Half a moon. Islands sprinkled like tiny green beads across the Water of the Sky. A first tattoo—seven little turtles-- and it hurts in a good way like the world does. Dear Creator keep me from evil keep my life keep my going out and my coming in

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Mar 8, 2013

Mar 8, 2013 at 4:39 AM UTC

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A baby sea turtle in my hands: the outer islanders call him Wol, he will be a nomad, if anyone will. What will the world look like to him? Will he dream of killer whales, those Swiss Cake Rolls of the sea? Of winning the three hearts of an octopus? See what the turtle sees, and rejoice. The sea turtle, like the human, cries saltwater and the tears cover two-thirds of the earth. He risks pirate ship, cigarette boat, Chinese net. He mistakes bait for food. (Who doesn’t?) But he can swim away from; swim towards: India, Mombasa, New Zealand, Ulithi. The world's a turtle’s home, why is anyone a nomad if not for this? See what the turtle sees and rejoice, carrying only the markings on your shell. A jungle. A shack. Half a moon. Islands sprinkled like tiny green beads across the Water of the Sky. A first tattoo—seven little turtles-- and it hurts in a good way like the world does. Dear Creator keep me from evil keep my life keep my going out and my coming in

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I leap across steppingstones in the grass that lead out to my washing line, wait for the wind to come and pass then drape my socks out in the sunshine. Somewhere, it’s grey and cold they hang clothes indoors on plastic frames walls and windows gather mould, those with wet work uniforms go insane. There is hidden wealth in the economy. There is no such thing as inequality. (When I was twelve my family moved to Dunedin, my brothers became Christians then travelled to Asia to spread their Religion - they said “there is no class system in New Zealand, there is no faith Cambodia” ) There is hidden wealth in the economy. There is no such thing as inequality.

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Oct 25, 2013

Oct 25, 2013 at 4:54 AM UTC

There is no class system in New Zealand

I leap across steppingstones in the grass that lead out to my washing line, wait for the wind to come and pass then drape my socks out in the sunshine. Somewhere, it’s grey and cold they hang clothes indoors on plastic frames walls and windows gather mould, those with wet work uniforms go insane. There is hidden wealth in the economy. There is no such thing as inequality. (When I was twelve my family moved to Dunedin, my brothers became Christians then travelled to Asia to spread their Religion - they said “there is no class system in New Zealand, there is no faith Cambodia” ) There is hidden wealth in the economy. There is no such thing as inequality.

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The eye of the hurricane Swept through a country side Not batting an eye All those in it's path perish A mosque, a person, a Muslin Another, another, another Until 49 were gunned down Killed Executed And many more injured Scarred forever in·dis·crim·i·nate·ly A finger on a trigger Held steady Unmercifully Picking targets To cries and screams With no regard for life Only for the shooter To make a name for himself His message board His manifesto His hate of immigrants Muslims Leaving in it's path Bloodshed A country's darkest day His infamy Who is this individual The eye of the hurricane Sitting in the middle Teetering to the right An extremist Category of the worst kind A patch of ****** Sitting in his landscape Of his sunken mind Incarceration Laughing, laughing, laughing Today, today, today And this was his trigger His devil His dialogue Today he spoke Another, another, another To cries That echo Forever Long after the hurricane Loses its tail This makes me sick I look up in the sky and ask why Logan Robertson 3/15/2019

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Mar 15, 2019

Mar 15, 2019 at 7:23 PM UTC

logan-robertson

New Zealand's Darkest Cloud

The eye of the hurricane Swept through a country side Not batting an eye All those in it's path perish A mosque, a person, a Muslin Another, another, another Until 49 were gunned down Killed Executed And many more injured Scarred forever in·dis·crim·i·nate·ly A finger on a trigger Held steady Unmercifully Picking targets To cries and screams With no regard for life Only for the shooter To make a name for himself His message board His manifesto His hate of immigrants Muslims Leaving in it's path Bloodshed A country's darkest day His infamy Who is this individual The eye of the hurricane Sitting in the middle Teetering to the right An extremist Category of the worst kind A patch of ****** Sitting in his landscape Of his sunken mind Incarceration Laughing, laughing, laughing Today, today, today And this was his trigger His devil His dialogue Today he spoke Another, another, another To cries That echo Forever Long after the hurricane Loses its tail This makes me sick I look up in the sky and ask why Logan Robertson 3/15/2019

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There’s a sense of something really good this Christmas, There’s a feeling in the air that it’s OK The anticipation’s there about ….a happiness out there And the weather outlook’s brilliant for the day. Mother’s planning a big roast for Christmas dinner There’ll be sparkles and bright spangles on the tree, Underneath there’s quite a pile, gaily wrapped to bring a smile And a kiss beneath the mistletoe for me? Spare a thought for all poor souls who have nobody Gift-wrap a parcel or two for the disowned, To make some unknown person smile advances Christmas by a mile And really brightens up the prospects for the un-homed. It’s a day to gift good wishes to your loved ones Share some cold beers in the sunshine on the deck, And when we’ve eaten to excess and helped mum clean up the mess There will be time to take a snooze…and what the heck! So to all our friends, across this world, aplenty, May we take this opportunity to say We hope your Christmas be as good as we know it really should And may Santa gift you happiness ….to stay! MERRY CHRISTMAS Love from Janet and Marshal. “Foxglove” Taranaki, New Zealand.

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Dec 13, 2013

Dec 13, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC

There’s a sense of something really good this Christmas, There’s a feeling in the air that it’s OK The anticipation’s there about ….a happiness out there And the weather outlook’s brilliant for the day. Mother’s planning a big roast for Christmas dinner There’ll be sparkles and bright spangles on the tree, Underneath there’s quite a pile, gaily wrapped to bring a smile And a kiss beneath the mistletoe for me? Spare a thought for all poor souls who have nobody Gift-wrap a parcel or two for the disowned, To make some unknown person smile advances Christmas by a mile And really brightens up the prospects for the un-homed. It’s a day to gift good wishes to your loved ones Share some cold beers in the sunshine on the deck, And when we’ve eaten to excess and helped mum clean up the mess There will be time to take a snooze…and what the heck! So to all our friends, across this world, aplenty, May we take this opportunity to say We hope your Christmas be as good as we know it really should And may Santa gift you happiness ….to stay! MERRY CHRISTMAS Love from Janet and Marshal. “Foxglove” Taranaki, New Zealand.

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In toasting Mike I recollect His steady watching gaze, I recollect his calm On a thousand stormy days. I recall his jaunty humour In his funny cockney style, And the rationale behind it And the pleasure of his smile. And the quiet determination In the steeliness within And the love that emanated When his Jules laughed loud with him. When he held her hand and strolled In the life they shared as one, In the racket of the grand kids As they shout and leap and run. Through the years of hardy seamanship From England's chalky reach, Across the ocean's vastness To far antipodean beach, To the soft greens of New Zealand And the promise of this land And the shining eyes of Jules When he offered her his hand. And the life they shared together Through the joy, the strain the tears The utter joy of baby Kristin And her beauty through the years. The seamlessness of craftmanship In tradesman's art supreme And the pride of his achievement In a sweet successful dream. A chasm has appeared in life Where old Mike used to be. Dreadfull death has exercised It's right to set him free. But I can't feel bad for Micheal For the brilliance of it all Is celebration of his life well lived And my toast to judgement's call. Marshalg @theBach Mangere Bridge 10 January 2010.

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Jan 10, 2010

Jan 10, 2010 at 6:51 AM UTC

In Toasting Mike....

In toasting Mike I recollect His steady watching gaze, I recollect his calm On a thousand stormy days. I recall his jaunty humour In his funny cockney style, And the rationale behind it And the pleasure of his smile. And the quiet determination In the steeliness within And the love that emanated When his Jules laughed loud with him. When he held her hand and strolled In the life they shared as one, In the racket of the grand kids As they shout and leap and run. Through the years of hardy seamanship From England's chalky reach, Across the ocean's vastness To far antipodean beach, To the soft greens of New Zealand And the promise of this land And the shining eyes of Jules When he offered her his hand. And the life they shared together Through the joy, the strain the tears The utter joy of baby Kristin And her beauty through the years. The seamlessness of craftmanship In tradesman's art supreme And the pride of his achievement In a sweet successful dream. A chasm has appeared in life Where old Mike used to be. Dreadfull death has exercised It's right to set him free. But I can't feel bad for Micheal For the brilliance of it all Is celebration of his life well lived And my toast to judgement's call. Marshalg @theBach Mangere Bridge 10 January 2010.

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Abbie hailed a yellow top cabbie Brenda had a sister in-law named Glenda Cate ran late on her first date Delly ate seven bowls of lemon jelly Edwina drove to the town of Catalina Fran burnt her finger on the very hot frying pan Gwen had a strong yen to go and see her aunty Jen Hope bought her husband a towing rope Isobel fell under the magician's spell Joann took her mother on a holiday in a caravan Kylie went to the dentist with her brother Wylie Lesley liked listening to Elvis Presley Marcia enjoyed eating a freshly baked focaccia Nell saw a turtle coming out of his shell Olga lived at the top end of the river Volga Primrose had a Pinocchio nose Queenie knitted a multicolored beanie Ruth could never tell the whole truth Stacey loved playing dress ups with her friend Tracey Tilly behavior was always rather silly Una bought a house in the suburb of Yagonna Verity wanted to be a well known celebrity Winifred never stopped taking about Alfred Xena was presented with a court subpoena Yale told her teacher a tall tale Zealand ventured out into the bushland

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Aug 25, 2013

Aug 25, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC

ElizabethSquires

ABC Poem (Girls Names)

Abbie hailed a yellow top cabbie Brenda had a sister in-law named Glenda Cate ran late on her first date Delly ate seven bowls of lemon jelly Edwina drove to the town of Catalina Fran burnt her finger on the very hot frying pan Gwen had a strong yen to go and see her aunty Jen Hope bought her husband a towing rope Isobel fell under the magician's spell Joann took her mother on a holiday in a caravan Kylie went to the dentist with her brother Wylie Lesley liked listening to Elvis Presley Marcia enjoyed eating a freshly baked focaccia Nell saw a turtle coming out of his shell Olga lived at the top end of the river Volga Primrose had a Pinocchio nose Queenie knitted a multicolored beanie Ruth could never tell the whole truth Stacey loved playing dress ups with her friend Tracey Tilly behavior was always rather silly Una bought a house in the suburb of Yagonna Verity wanted to be a well known celebrity Winifred never stopped taking about Alfred Xena was presented with a court subpoena Yale told her teacher a tall tale Zealand ventured out into the bushland

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Lottery spells, money spells +27786609814/watsup Prof Mama Shuckumah. Win lottery, luck for lotto spells, money spells. Winning the lottery could change your life forever! Why do some people seem to get lucky and others don’t? They hold secrets about playing the lottery by means of lottery spells. Powerful lottery spells alter your life and people don’t know it. This lottery spell uses guided energy to place your hand where the high energy lottery ticket action is occurring. Stop relying on your eyes and start relying on the power of energy. Lottery spells as unique as this one provide a guided oomph to where the highest profitable ticket lies. Use my lottery spell for: • Winning the lottery • Gaining financial freedom • Playing the lottery for fast profit This energy influence is one of a kind. People have reported back from using my lottery spells and have thanked me for shifting the problems in their lives. Through my spell casting gift and experience, the lottery spells that I have conjured consistently influence people’s winnings to a higher chance of the big money. Choose a personal lottery spell by clicking ‘add to cart’ and sending me the details I need to increase your lottery chances significantly! Now is your time. Lottery spells, money spells and winning the lottery have been experienced spell castings performed for years. Quick facts about the spell; • This spell will be completely customized to your situation. • My spells are completely safe and will not backfire or cause any harm. • This spell is a 100% Guarantee for your situation. • I believe in providing a very personalize service and I offer full customer support. • All information will remain confidential. • Best satisfaction policy and highest success rate. • This spell is permanent and will not fade over time. Call/wattsup +27786609814. Email; [email protected]

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the easter bunny is coming around hooray hooray coming to every house in town hooray hooray you see the easter bunny is coming round to give the kids chocolate oh yeah yeah mate yeah the easter bunny is here again you see the easter bunny starts in new zealand hooray hooray then goes to australia hooray hooray then he passes every country dropping chocolate in their houses yeah mate yeah the easter bunny is so cool he crosses over england and france hooray hooray then he goes from the carribean coast to the mighty USA hooray hooray overall he delivers 300 million easter eggs there could be more but who gives a heck then the easter bunny can enjoy his chocolate milkshake and an easter egg, saying overall he did a very good job you see i am a famous bunny who loves to fly around the sky, you see at the end of easter, the easter bunny takes a well earned break and now he can relax now everyone is eating chocolate

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Mar 26, 2016

Mar 26, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC

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the easter bunny's journey

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Tomorrow New Zealand's beautiful sunrise won't see some forty plus lives that they too never expected to miss. The rose will flower for them too brimming with brightest hues to colour the wind. So are the nightingales have the lyrics for them to sing. Not to mention like yesterday people around of all walks and colours expected to greet them good morning! Alas, it won't happen tomorrow one openly fired at the peaceful setting. Killed them all in one go loved by all the humankind around and naturally nurtured by reality! Because we have an enemy within.

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Mar 15, 2019

Mar 15, 2019 at 11:25 AM UTC

New Zealand Mosque Massacre

Tomorrow New Zealand's beautiful sunrise won't see some forty plus lives that they too never expected to miss. The rose will flower for them too brimming with brightest hues to colour the wind. So are the nightingales have the lyrics for them to sing. Not to mention like yesterday people around of all walks and colours expected to greet them good morning! Alas, it won't happen tomorrow one openly fired at the peaceful setting. Killed them all in one go loved by all the humankind around and naturally nurtured by reality! Because we have an enemy within.

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I'll go All over the world To prove You're my girl I'll go to Hungary to Germany To Fiji to Italy All the way to England To Greenland and even to New Zealand I'll search all over America I'll go to Malaysia and Indonesia And search for you All over Asia I'll go find you Wherever you are I'll keep on loving you Everytime..... Worldwide DenverChua property

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Feb 24, 2011

Feb 24, 2011 at 9:01 PM UTC

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To my dear son, Boaz in distant Idaho, Saturday nite, the whole of New Zealand waited in apprehension for the All Blacks rugy team to play the resurgent Wallabys @ Fortress Eden Park. The previous week at Suncorp Stadium in Sydney, in driving rain, the All Blacks muddled through a painfull draw with the Wallabys, 12 points each with no tries. The Wallabys had fancied their chances and had wanted an emphatic win on home soil. Both teams took that score as a loss and the gauntlet was thrown for the second match….. A brilliant evening, clear and fine , 50,000 people crushed in to Eden Park and you could feel the apprehension, the rest of the country sat in front of their TV willing the team on. The Haka was given a brutal rendition, you could feel the determination, the passion emanating….the Ozzies glared their defiance back…it was all on! 10 minutes into a titanic struggle with the score three all Captain Ritchie McCaw had a brain fade and was yellow carded off for ten minutes by the French referee. The crowd roared…then murmured their worry like you’ve never heard before. The Ozzies mustered a huge scrum which the All Blacks countered with one man down…. The counter ****** pushed the Australian scrum back 15 ft. Every man in New Zealand was on his feet roaring, you could feel the spirit of nationalism soaring….the moment was a watershed. The All Blacks counterattacked showing a brilliance in attack and defence we have not seen for years… and from that moment on the game was won. Final score 51:20 The Bledisloe Cup was ours. As the match finished the TV camera panned across the solidly black clad crowd…. I have never, ever in my life, seen so many, simultaneous, sets of white teeth grinning! The trip home to Australia would have been… a very subdued affair. Thought I should share this marvellous moment with you Boaz. Luv Dad.

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC

To my dear son, Boaz in distant Idaho,

To my dear son, Boaz in distant Idaho, Saturday nite, the whole of New Zealand waited in apprehension for the All Blacks rugy team to play the resurgent Wallabys @ Fortress Eden Park. The previous week at Suncorp Stadium in Sydney, in driving rain, the All Blacks muddled through a painfull draw with the Wallabys, 12 points each with no tries. The Wallabys had fancied their chances and had wanted an emphatic win on home soil. Both teams took that score as a loss and the gauntlet was thrown for the second match….. A brilliant evening, clear and fine , 50,000 people crushed in to Eden Park and you could feel the apprehension, the rest of the country sat in front of their TV willing the team on. The Haka was given a brutal rendition, you could feel the determination, the passion emanating….the Ozzies glared their defiance back…it was all on! 10 minutes into a titanic struggle with the score three all Captain Ritchie McCaw had a brain fade and was yellow carded off for ten minutes by the French referee. The crowd roared…then murmured their worry like you’ve never heard before. The Ozzies mustered a huge scrum which the All Blacks countered with one man down…. The counter ****** pushed the Australian scrum back 15 ft. Every man in New Zealand was on his feet roaring, you could feel the spirit of nationalism soaring….the moment was a watershed. The All Blacks counterattacked showing a brilliance in attack and defence we have not seen for years… and from that moment on the game was won. Final score 51:20 The Bledisloe Cup was ours. As the match finished the TV camera panned across the solidly black clad crowd…. I have never, ever in my life, seen so many, simultaneous, sets of white teeth grinning! The trip home to Australia would have been… a very subdued affair. Thought I should share this marvellous moment with you Boaz. Luv Dad.

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"The global bull market has continued its seemingly relentless advance, unchanged by geopolitical concerns…….." • The Israeli-Hamas conflict now blazing in Gaza, Palestine, two military forces locked in a deadly struggle to the end, killing and maiming thousands of ordinary citizens. • Malaysia Airlines flight 17 blasted out of a clear blue Ukraine sky by the Bus surface to air missile unleashed by the Pro-Russian Separatists killing 298 unsuspecting, innocent, international travellers. Culpability denied by all. • Anwar Al Awlaki, the American born Cleric, directing clandestine terror attacks and assassination by Al Qaeda beyond the Middle east into Asia and Europe. • Deposed President, Mohammed Morsi’s Muslim Brotherhood, responsible for terrorist activities including multiple car bombings throughout Egypt. • President Bashar Assad of the Alawite minority, an offshoot of Syria’s Shiite religion, waging religious genocide against his own nations people and now in open conflict with the Muslim uprising Sunni forces of the new Isis Caliphate. • The beheadings, slaughter and terror unleashed by the Sunni, Isis Caliphate uprising rampaging through Iraq. • Russia’s sudden invasion and forceful annexation of the Crimea. • Russia’s brutal pressure on the sovereignty of the Ukraine through its clandestine weaponry supply and sponsorship of the Pro-Russian Separatist Forces occupying the nations East. The Middle East is now…an Apocalypse. This epoch of cruel waste Where man kills man For God and gold, For power’s lust. Where the Sword of Calamity Wields destruction and death On those who can least afford it By they who should never impose it. **In the face of all this …..an unbelievable prioritization with this headline quote from today’s NZ Herald…. “There are financial risks to be endlessly jumping at shadows…to overreact to market noise!"** UNBELIEVABLE!!!! M. Auckland, NEW ZEALAND 31 July 2014

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Jul 30, 2014

Jul 30, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC

Perspectives of Priority

"The global bull market has continued its seemingly relentless advance, unchanged by geopolitical concerns…….." • The Israeli-Hamas conflict now blazing in Gaza, Palestine, two military forces locked in a deadly struggle to the end, killing and maiming thousands of ordinary citizens. • Malaysia Airlines flight 17 blasted out of a clear blue Ukraine sky by the Bus surface to air missile unleashed by the Pro-Russian Separatists killing 298 unsuspecting, innocent, international travellers. Culpability denied by all. • Anwar Al Awlaki, the American born Cleric, directing clandestine terror attacks and assassination by Al Qaeda beyond the Middle east into Asia and Europe. • Deposed President, Mohammed Morsi’s Muslim Brotherhood, responsible for terrorist activities including multiple car bombings throughout Egypt. • President Bashar Assad of the Alawite minority, an offshoot of Syria’s Shiite religion, waging religious genocide against his own nations people and now in open conflict with the Muslim uprising Sunni forces of the new Isis Caliphate. • The beheadings, slaughter and terror unleashed by the Sunni, Isis Caliphate uprising rampaging through Iraq. • Russia’s sudden invasion and forceful annexation of the Crimea. • Russia’s brutal pressure on the sovereignty of the Ukraine through its clandestine weaponry supply and sponsorship of the Pro-Russian Separatist Forces occupying the nations East. The Middle East is now…an Apocalypse. This epoch of cruel waste Where man kills man For God and gold, For power’s lust. Where the Sword of Calamity Wields destruction and death On those who can least afford it By they who should never impose it. **In the face of all this …..an unbelievable prioritization with this headline quote from today’s NZ Herald…. “There are financial risks to be endlessly jumping at shadows…to overreact to market noise!"** UNBELIEVABLE!!!! M. Auckland, NEW ZEALAND 31 July 2014

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Greens and gold of lattice work cascading down the tree, This epiphyte, so infinitely, delicately free. A lattice work of green finesse, a miniature Cezanne With exquisiteness of spiky bloom embellishing it’s charm. Cascading down the grizzled trunk of gnarled and twisted hand The hosting ancient Kamahi looms loftily, so grand. Looms aloft with leafy bough so softened by the show Of ruffled, pinkish bottle brush amassing high and low. Hordes of buzzing, bumble bees so clumsy in their way, Tumbling from flower to flower collecting nectar’s day. With afternoon the waning sun lies hot on sultry air And little girls in pretty frocks skip by with not a care. Summer grasses long and dry stand statuesque and straight With sweet laburnum’s perfumed heads a nodding by the gate. Young heifers graze in clover in the dell down by the brook And the fantail dances daintily seeking insects in the nook There’s a special, quiet majesty pervading here, so fair With the thistledown afloat, so still with golden motes in air. Fills my soul with gentle feeling and a rolling tear, unplanned, For this blend of quiet ambivalence through my beauteous rural land. Marshalg “Foxglove” Taranaki. NEW ZEALAND. 19 January 2014

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Jan 21, 2014

Jan 21, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC

This Blend of Quiet Ambivalence

Greens and gold of lattice work cascading down the tree, This epiphyte, so infinitely, delicately free. A lattice work of green finesse, a miniature Cezanne With exquisiteness of spiky bloom embellishing it’s charm. Cascading down the grizzled trunk of gnarled and twisted hand The hosting ancient Kamahi looms loftily, so grand. Looms aloft with leafy bough so softened by the show Of ruffled, pinkish bottle brush amassing high and low. Hordes of buzzing, bumble bees so clumsy in their way, Tumbling from flower to flower collecting nectar’s day. With afternoon the waning sun lies hot on sultry air And little girls in pretty frocks skip by with not a care. Summer grasses long and dry stand statuesque and straight With sweet laburnum’s perfumed heads a nodding by the gate. Young heifers graze in clover in the dell down by the brook And the fantail dances daintily seeking insects in the nook There’s a special, quiet majesty pervading here, so fair With the thistledown afloat, so still with golden motes in air. Fills my soul with gentle feeling and a rolling tear, unplanned, For this blend of quiet ambivalence through my beauteous rural land. Marshalg “Foxglove” Taranaki. NEW ZEALAND. 19 January 2014

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We are Manchester. The City, The place, we’re hospitable people with a smile on our face. You can beat us, mistreat us, and blow us to hell. We have had it all before and we don’t dwell. We’re the northern powerhouse of the northwestern elite, Where the Geordie's, The Scousers, The Yorkshire’s retreat. The premier League, The Roses Cricket, The Heineken Cup Is a one way ticket. United and City two football teams with stadiums full, bursting at the seams. We are Mancunians Of this fair City, The People, The Love, The old nitty gritty The worker, The Shirker, The Homeless, The immigrants, each one of these they are all itinerants. The Steel, The Cotton, long since forgotten the old smokey chimneys blew out smoke that was rotten. The Massacre at Peterloo. Local politicians just don’t have a clue. With all the sights this city has on show here’s something that people don’t really know. Manchester is where New Zealand Born Ernest Rutherford split the Atom. We Are Manchester, The City, the Place, where Sir Humphrey Chetham has his musical grace a school of music with musical taste. And where a man with a paintbrush painted streets on boxes. I don’t think Lowry ever painted foxes. And A comedian from Collyhurst who was absolutely awesome, a real funny guy by the name of Les Dawson, and where a man from Chorlton on Medlock became Prime Minister back in the day. David Lloyd-George had a hell of a lot to say. We Are Manchester and it's the place for me. And a proud Mancunian I’m glad to be. I’ll sit in a cafe watching people pass by. They are all in a hurry and I wonder why. I see a business man in a three piece suit, and the homeless guy that is counting his loot. There's the girl on the street giving out free papers she is smoking those ciggies that give off those vapours. It's pouring with rain and she’s getting wet she’s worried about money to pay off her debt. We Are Manchester and this is our City don’t waste your time we don’t want no pity. We are Manchester we are steeped in tradition we leave other cities standing. There’s no competition. Where A man from Moss Side a Vicar not a Dean called Rev George Garrett invented the submarine. And where the great Anthony Wilson was a journalist & impresario and a man named John Nichols invented the great drink called Vimto. and so When he wrote “This Is the Place” I’m sure he did so with a smile on his face. We Are Manchester and I’ll state our case because we are Manchester and we are ace.

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We Are Manchester

We are Manchester. The City, The place, we’re hospitable people with a smile on our face. You can beat us, mistreat us, and blow us to hell. We have had it all before and we don’t dwell. We’re the northern powerhouse of the northwestern elite, Where the Geordie's, The Scousers, The Yorkshire’s retreat. The premier League, The Roses Cricket, The Heineken Cup Is a one way ticket. United and City two football teams with stadiums full, bursting at the seams. We are Mancunians Of this fair City, The People, The Love, The old nitty gritty The worker, The Shirker, The Homeless, The immigrants, each one of these they are all itinerants. The Steel, The Cotton, long since forgotten the old smokey chimneys blew out smoke that was rotten. The Massacre at Peterloo. Local politicians just don’t have a clue. With all the sights this city has on show here’s something that people don’t really know. Manchester is where New Zealand Born Ernest Rutherford split the Atom. We Are Manchester, The City, the Place, where Sir Humphrey Chetham has his musical grace a school of music with musical taste. And where a man with a paintbrush painted streets on boxes. I don’t think Lowry ever painted foxes. And A comedian from Collyhurst who was absolutely awesome, a real funny guy by the name of Les Dawson, and where a man from Chorlton on Medlock became Prime Minister back in the day. David Lloyd-George had a hell of a lot to say. We Are Manchester and it's the place for me. And a proud Mancunian I’m glad to be. I’ll sit in a cafe watching people pass by. They are all in a hurry and I wonder why. I see a business man in a three piece suit, and the homeless guy that is counting his loot. There's the girl on the street giving out free papers she is smoking those ciggies that give off those vapours. It's pouring with rain and she’s getting wet she’s worried about money to pay off her debt. We Are Manchester and this is our City don’t waste your time we don’t want no pity. We are Manchester we are steeped in tradition we leave other cities standing. There’s no competition. Where A man from Moss Side a Vicar not a Dean called Rev George Garrett invented the submarine. And where the great Anthony Wilson was a journalist & impresario and a man named John Nichols invented the great drink called Vimto. and so When he wrote “This Is the Place” I’m sure he did so with a smile on his face. We Are Manchester and I’ll state our case because we are Manchester and we are ace.

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